Umbrella
by samandfreddie38
Summary: Freddie will find a way to tear down the barriers Sam builds to protect herself, even if he has to tear down his own. Sam&Freddie two-shot.
1. Chapter 1

**I do not own iCarly….yeah, yeah, yeah. R&R!**

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"I still don't see why it should matter."

"You dunked her phone in chocolate pudding and poured pink lemonade on her bullhorn!" Carly shrieked, throwing her hands in the air.

"So?" I heard Sam grumble, shoving her hands deeper into the pockets of her sweatshirt. "Ms. Briggs had it coming."

Carly rolled her eyes and we kept on walking. "Well, I guess it's good that she found out after school so she can't give you detention until Monday, and then Tuesday, and then the rest of the week, and then the week after that…" she droned on.

"Dude!" Sam interrupted, obviously not pleased at the thought.

"Sorry."

I smirked. "It's not like she isn't used to it or anything. This doesn't surprise me at all."

"Shut up, Benson," was the immediate response from the blonde, and from the brunette I got another eye roll. "Still."

I shifted my backpack to better balance its weight between my two shoulders. "At least we're going to the Groovy Smoothie. Food'll put her in a better mood."

"You talk about me like I'm not even here, Dorkwad," Sam snapped.

"Can it, Puckett."

"You know what Benson? You better just shut it or I swear I'll—"

"You'll what?" I taunted her. I lived off of these fights.

"Oh, you don't want to _know_ what I'm gonna do—"

"Oh really?"

"Stop interrupting me Freddweeb!"

"That's a new one," I remarked, interrupting again, but honestly impressed.

"STOP IT!" Her eyes blazed with fury and I felt warmth transfer from them to my chest. Man, I loved this.

"Freddie…" Carly started, but I interrupted her too.

"I know, I know."

I heard Sam huff and her footsteps got noticeably louder. "We're about 90 seconds from food, Sam. Hang on; it's my treat," Carly reassured her. I barely held myself back from saying _Surprise, surprise._

So we continued on our little journey in a few seconds of silence. Then, _plat._

"Aah! The sky just peed on me!" Sam suddenly yelled, and I saw her rub angrily at her nose.

Carly groaned as I heard another drop. She brushed the water off of her forehead. "I don't do rain; I'm gonna make a run for it. You coming?" She glanced at us, anxiously adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder. "Sure," I immediately replied. When Sam hesitated, Carly impatiently said, "Sam!" _Plat._ I wiped the skin under my eye with my hand. _Plat._ I wiped it again.

She shrugged and replied nonchalantly, "Nah, you guys go." The rain started falling in a steady sprinkle. "Momma doesn't run," she added.

"Well, okay then," Carly hurriedly responded, and took off without another word. I started after her. This sounds nerdy, but I knew my mother would kill me if I screwed up my hair, so I _had _to get indoors.

We ran for a few long seconds. Carly had already gained a significant head start, and she burst through the doors of the Groovy Smoothie twenty feet ahead of me right as a heavy downpour began. _There goes my hair_, I thought bitterly. It was already soaked down to my forehead.

I stopped running and swiveled my head around upon hearing a faint laugh. Through the torrents of rain, I saw Sam's backpack on the damp pavement, abandoned. She stood beside it, gazing at the grey sky, letting the water drench her face. Her hair was almost straight, but I could still see curls. She lifted her arms up, as if she was reaching for the sky.

And she was _smiling._

I was dumbstruck and stood on the sidewalk like a total idiot, gaping at her figure thirty feet away. It was weird seeing her smile when she wasn't around Carly. But this smile was different. It wasn't one of those "that was funny" or "I'm thinking about ham" kind of smiles.

It was a smile of freedom.

I know, I know; it sounds cliché. But it was so _weird._

I never really see this side of Sam. An almost vulnerable one, with hints of youth and innocence incorporated into it. Something was missing.

The walls. Those barriers she had built up all around her all the time. They weren't destroyed, just gone. Destroyed barriers lead to catastrophe and downfall. The absence of barriers results in peace. Serenity. Liberty.

Whenever I was with her, she was either protected or destroyed. This tranquility was something I was definitely not used to.

I'd only seen her destroyed once. And that was the time she and Carly almost _died_, for crying out loud.

I hated seeing her like that.

And watching the raindrops stream down her cheeks, I was reminded of those tears. I got really scared when she started to cry that one night. If you know Sam, you know for a fact that she does NOT cry under ANY circumstances.

Unless, well, you almost die with your best friend.

Maybe I was thinking this over too much. I mean, all she was doing was standing in the rain. But I saw that hidden beauty escape from the cage within her, and I knew it would disappear soon. I realized that when she saw me standing there, those bricks would smash together again, forming that barrier that made her feel safe.

Maybe that's why she was the way she was. I didn't know where her father was. I knew how awful of a mother she had. I had met Melanie a few months ago (making me feel really stupid after _that_ whole incident), and knew she was never around for Sam. The rest of her family was in jail, on parole, or something of the sort.

She had no one but Carly.

I was never really there for her. Well, maybe that one time I gave the sea trip to Missy to get her off Sam's back, but that's about it. I saw Sam's barriers on the brink of destruction, and I couldn't let that happen.

Maybe I played a big role in those barriers. Maybe I strengthened them. Maybe I was the reason they could never be destroyed or absent like they were at that moment. Maybe I should stop trying to pick a fight with her. Maybe I should let her choose the times she wanted to mess with me. Maybe I didn't have the right to mess with her. Maybe she's more delicate than she lets on.

Maybe.

Maybe I should stop analyzing Sam so much. My brain was starting to hurt.

My heart stopped when she suddenly tore her gaze away from the sky and it landed on me.

_Uh oh._

Her face hardened; the walls had been built. "What are you looking at, Dorkwad?" she yelled through the rain.

I got so depressed all of a sudden. Maybe all those maybe's were truths.

As she grabbed a strap of her backpack and swung the thing over her shoulder, I walked over to her, barely hearing my soggy sneakers squish against the pavement. "You know, you should get inside," I spoke loudly, trying to make myself heard over the storm.

"I'm not some prissy flower; I can handle some water Freddork. Why do you care anyway?"

I struggled with that one. I didn't know why I cared so much or why I was dissecting everything that she was; everything that we were. I wanted to mean more to her. I wanted to have more of an impact on her life. I wanted to protect her. I wanted her to let me. I wanted her to trust me, to allow herself to fall apart around me, to realize that we weren't just friends who fought all the time.

"I don't know."

She snorted.

I suddenly remembered the umbrella that my mother had given me this morning. _"Be careful, Freddie. There's a seventeen percent chance it'll rain today, so take the good umbrella. I don't want my little boy to get wet! Or that hair! I didn't style it for nothing, Fredward!"_

I ripped open my backpack and undid the strap. A touch of a button and _woosh! _We could see each other without having to squint constantly.

"An emergency umbrella, Benson?" She smirked.

I half-grinned. "Sure."

After a moment, Sam shook her head. "Dude, we're already soaking wet." She grabbed the umbrella and collapsed it. "Just let the rain do its thing."

_We're already soaking wet._ Sam and I were already enemies, you could say. We already fought so much, always playing this game we loved to play ever since we met. We were in too deep with no way out; it was too late.

_Just let the rain do its thing…_ Whatever happens happens. I knew that. But I didn't want to accept it. I should just let our relationship keep crumbling to the ground?

That just didn't seem right.

"Uh, dude?"

I snapped out of my trance. "You were…thinking?" I heard her ask.

I smirked and before I could stop myself, replied: "Yeah, is that a foreign concept to you?"

She glared at me, snapped, "Shut up", and started walking briskly through the rain towards the Groovy Smoothie. I slapped my forehead. I had done it again.

"Sam!" I jogged a few steps, grabbed her shoulder, and spun her around. "Sorry."

"Whatever."

"I'm serious."

"Why are you making such a big deal out of this? I said 'whatever'."

I sighed. "I know, but I'm sorry."

She shrugged. "Can you let go of me now? Momma wants her some food."

Now on any other day, I would have said okay. But now I realized that this was one of her tactics to stay protected. Shrivel up on the inside but stay nonchalant on the outside. I recalled various other times that she acted like this.

How much was she hiding from the rest of the world? How often did she just want to explode and wouldn't let herself do it?

I let go of her shoulder but quickly started talking so she wouldn't walk away. "I want things to change." _Man, I can't believe I'm doing this._

"Huh?"

"I want things to change, Sam."

"What 'things'?" She looked at me like I'd gone all mental.

"Things…between us." Wow, was this awkward or what?

Now she really had that weirded-out look on her face. "Dude, don't go all philosophical on me."

I sighed again. "Sam, stop. I'm sorry for all the times we fight. I'm sorry for all the times I act like you mean nothing."

"I'm the one that insults you all the time, Benson, in case you haven't noticed."

"But I retaliate."

"So?" She looked really uncomfortable, but I was going to break those barriers down if it was the last thing I did.

"So I shouldn't." My heart was pounding a little less as I let my apologies flow out. "Look, I'm really sorry."

She was silent.

I laughed a little before I said, "Maybe this is one thing we have in common." She looked up at me as I finished with: "We're not good at apologizing."

She smiled a little and fixed her eyes on her feet. "I guess so."

"So…"

Her head picked up and her eyebrows raised. "So…?"

"Am I forgiven?"

She laughed, its ring echoing in my eardrums. "Am _I?_"

"'Course," I responded without hesitation. I refrained from teasing her for apologizing in her own Sam-ish way.

"Then sure."

I suddenly thought of something. "Hey, Sam? Do me a favor."

She looked suspicious. "Depends."

"Call me Freddie, just this once."

She had the most bizarre look on her face; I would have laughed if I wasn't so serious. "Why?"

"Just…because."

"Nice reason, Freddie."

"Just do it!"

"I did!"

"Huh? When?"

"Just now, weren't you paying attention? Well, I'm not saying it again, so your loss." She started walking to the Groovy Smoothie again. I kept up with her and replayed our conversation in my head. "Oh." My face flushed.

"Smart boy."

It would have normally been an insult, but the tone of her voice was different. And it made the warmth in my chest expand and deepen in intensity. I suddenly realized something, and it scared the living cheese out of me. I was so shocked that I stopped walking. _That's why I care so much…_

"Uh, dude? What up?" She stopped too.

I shook my head. She would never forgive me if I said out loud what I was thinking. I couldn't tell her, because we had promised to never do the very thing I wanted to do ever again. "Uh, it's nothing."

"Nothing, my butt. What is it?"

"Ah…"

"Tell me!"

I instantly flashed back toward that night on the fire escape when she said those two words. _Wow, this is too weird._

It would be just plain _wrong _to tell her, but I was caught in the middle. I was torn in different directions, and it was confusing, frustrating, and overwhelming all at once. Was this how she felt all the time?

_I can't…there's no WAY I could ever-_

It hit me like a ton of bricks. I was creating my own barriers now.

"SAM! FREDDIE! ARE YOU GUYS COMING IN OR WHAT?" Carly shouted from the entrance of the Groovy Smoothie. Sam whipped around and yelled back, "YEAH!"

I was running out of time.

I saw her take a step away from me. I grabbed her forearm and turned her around.

"Sam, can I try something? And you have to swear not to kill me."

"I'll try my best…why…what are you-"

She paused as I took a step closer and slowly, _slowly,_ leaned in. Her eyes got wide as realization dawned on her face, but she stayed still. This was what I wanted. I wanted her to trust me. I wanted her to let me in without being forced to.

I felt her breath on my face as my eyes began to flutter shut. And I closed that distance between us with a small but swift forward motion.

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**This is now a TWO-SHOT! **


	2. Chapter 2

**So I decided to make this a two-shot due to popular demand, haha. Sorry about the wait; I had a SEVERE case of writer's block. This 'chapter' is dedicated to the song ****"Getaway" by Athlete****. Listen and ****R&R****! **

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It was perfect.

The way her two lips fit against mine. Wait, that was a poor choice of words, because for once we weren't on opposing sides. We weren't fighting or trying to bash each other's brains out. We were on the same side. So let me fix that sentence.

The way we became one. The way she surrendered herself to me after a second of frozen shock. The way passion fused with desire to form a combination that just completely blew me away.

And it lasted for all of four seconds.

She pulled away suddenly, and I immediately felt cold. The look of horror on her face made my heart drop to my feet.

"What…what just _happened?_"

I scratched the back of my neck, trying to think of something to say, something that wouldn't lead to a broken nose and a black eye.

"Uh…" I said intelligently. _Nice, stupid. Now think of something decent to say!_

"Maybe we should pretend that never happened?" she said slowly after a moment, her tone of voice making it sound like more of a question than a statement.

"Uh…" I sounded so stupid. _Dude, what's gotten INTO you?_

I saw a flash of-wait, was that disappointment?-in her eyes, and she turned and I stood there like, yes, a doofus, as she went inside the Groovy Smoothie.

And I continued standing there as her words echoed throughout my skull. One in particular.

_Maybe…maybe-maybe. Maybe…_

I decided that this maybe could _not_ become a truth.

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That smoothie break was, needless to say, awkward beyond belief. Sam and I both were sopping wet, and T-Bo gave us a hard time about having to clean up the mess later while trying to sell us Baked Alaska on a stick. We got many looks from other customers, too.

But who cares.

The three of us didn't really talk, except for a few attempts at a joke by Carly. She didn't get why there was tension between me and Sam, but she didn't ask. Boy, was I glad she didn't. Then Spencer swung by and picked Carly and me up to drive us back to the apartment complex while Sam walked home.

And I had to let her go. She was already forgetting. I was failing. The maybe was becoming truth.

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The next day was Saturday. I didn't get any sleep the previous night. I was a mess.

I stayed home for most of the morning, a certain someone never leaving my mind. After a while of moping around all day and ignoring my overly-concerned control freak of a mother, I decided to take a chance and ventured over to Carly's.

I cracked open the door and stuck my head through. "Carly?"

She was sitting on the couch, watching Celebrities Underwater. Spencer had recently gotten her hooked on the show.

"Sup, Freddie?"

"Is, uh, is Sam here by any chance?"

She glanced away from the screen. "No, why?"

"Oh. Okay. Bye." I pulled my head back and was about to close the door again when I heard a "Hey!"

I stuck my head back in the doorway. "Yeah?"

She looked insulted. "What am I, chopped liver?"

I immediately felt bad. "Oh, sorry Carly." I came in and shut the door. Walking over and plopping down on the couch, I sighed. "Just…a lot on my mind, that's all."

Her eyebrows raised. "Like what?"

"Uh…"

"C'mon." She playfully punched me on the shoulder. "Talk to me. No more secrets, remember?"

Ah, ever since that day she's made sure to bug Sam and me about it. It was annoying, but she was right.

I shifted my position on the couch. "Alright, well, promise not to freak, okay?"

"What did you do?"

"Okay?" I repeated.

"What did you do?"

"_Okay?_" I repeated, again, but more forcefully.

"Okay…" she grumbled. "So…?"

"I kissed Sam again," I blurted.

Her eyes widened. "What? Woah, wait, when? Why? Wait, huh? And you're still _alive_?"

I would have laughed, but I just wasn't in the mood. "Um, which question should I answer first?"

"Uh, let's go with an easy one…" she trailed off, still trying to overcome her shock. "When did you…do that?"

"Yesterday…when you were in the Groovy Smoothie and we were outside."

Her eyes automatically lit up. "Aw, in the rain? How sweet!"

I snorted. Yeah, right. Sam didn't really think of it that way.

Carly seemed to read my mind. "How did she react?"

"Well, you saw how awkward it was in the Groovy Smoothie."

"Yeah, I was wondering why you guys were acting so weird." She paused, considering something. "Wait, so _why?"_

"Why'd I kiss her?"

She nodded, eagerly awaiting my response.

I had to look away. "Erm…I'm not sure…I guess-I don't really know actually…" I felt my face heat up.

"I thought you guys swore never to…kiss…again?"

"We did."

Her eyebrows raised again. "And…?"

I got frustrated. "I don't know, Carly! I don't know why I did it! And now everything's so awkward and…I don't know…" I tugged at my hair, my hands aching for something to do.

"Do you have…feelings for her?"

"Well, I hope it wasn't one of those in-the-heat-of-the-moment kisses, if that's what you're asking."

She looked confused. "So…what you're saying is that you...hope you have feelings for her?"

"Again, I have no idea."

"Well," she said after a moment. "I think you need to figure that out before you talk to her about what happened. Because she might kill you before you have a chance to say anything."

I considered this possibility, knowing the odds. Great. "Alright. Well, uh…thanks, Carly."

"No prob. Ooh! It's back on!" Her attention was directed back to the TV and I exited the apartment.

I needed someplace to think. _Really_ think. And I immediately found my answer.

I walked down the hallway and sat on that ledge where everything changed. Where all this began. The fire escape was my favorite place in the entire world.

So I thought. And I thought. And I thought some more.

Why was this so hard? I was eighteen, and I had never felt something so strong, or real, or so supernatural at the same time. I had never felt love.

Was this it? Is love something that scares you more than anything else in the universe? Something that connects all of the pieces of your life together? Something that makes you feel so powerful and vulnerable at the same time? Something that decides the outcome of your life?

Answer? All of the above.

The more I let the wind caress my face, the more I felt sure of my decision. And the smell of the rain from the night before lingering in the air confirmed it.

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I heard a loud shuffling noise behind the door and a drunk woman's slurs. "Mom, one sec! Let me get the door!" My heart thudded when I recognized the voice. "Hey! Put the chair DOWN! No, no, _other_ way! There, now stay. _Stay_." I heard the locks on the doors slide.

The door swung open. _"What?"_ I was greeted by a cranky Sam. "Oh, sorry. I, uh, didn't know it was you," she said when she saw me.

"Don't worry about it."

She joined me on her porch and shut the front door. We both heard a crash, maybe breaking glass, from inside the house and I saw Sam hold a hand to her forehead and groan.

"You, uh, want to go see what that was? I'll wait."

"No, no, it's fine, just my mother," Sam grumbled. "So…why're you here?" She looked down at the old floorboards of the porch.

"I think we should talk about…what happened." _Please don't kill me, please don't kill me, please don't kill me…_

"Um, I thought we were going to forget about it."

"I can't," I pointed out pretty bluntly.

She looked up at me, surprised, and I saw her cheeks go pink. "Um…"

"Look, Sam." I couldn't believe how much I loved saying her name. Or that I was even saying what I was about to say. "Do you…believe that love can change a person? You know, for the better?"

"I'd rather not talk about that."

My heart plummeted, but I didn't give up. "…Why?"

She hesitated and then spoke up. "If you make fun of _anything _I'm about to say, I swear I'll pummel you to a pulp and-"

"I promise, I won't," I interrupted. I really didn't want to hear the rest, because Sam-punishments are the worst kind.

I heard her take a shaky breath. "I think I'm done with love. At least until that…special someone…or whatever people call it, shows up."

Oh no. I wasn't that 'one'. "Why?" I asked again half-heartedly.

"Look where so-called love got me and Jonah. Me and Pete. Me and my own _mother_." She paused. "Nothing good ever came out of it."

"What about you and Carly?" I pointed out.

Sam looked taken aback. "I guess I never really thought about that," she mumbled after a moment.

"And Spencer?"

She grinned to herself and chuckled. "Yeah, I guess…"

It felt like my heart was pounding in my skull when I asked her the next question.

"…And me?"

She was _really _taken aback at that one. _I_ wasn't even expecting myself to say it out loud that early into the conversation.

"W-what do you mean?"

"Well…" I struggled to find the right words. "You know a few years ago, when we completely hated each others' guts?" She nodded. "And now, it's…different."

"So you don't completely hate my guts now?"

I smirked. "Nah." I then became serious. "Sam, I've thought about this a lot…I mean, _really_ thought about what I'm about to say." I felt my fingers cramp up and my nails dig into my palms.

When I was about to tell the blonde psychopath my innermost thoughts and emotions, to let go of everything I was holding inside, to reveal my darkest secret to her, I stopped. I couldn't do this to her. I couldn't tell her something this drastic and expect her to feel the same way. I mean, she had just ranted about why she didn't want to get involved in love until she was ready. And she wasn't ready.

It tore me apart, but love is unselfish. I needed to look out for her best interest and not mine.

"Um, nothing. Never mind. I-uh-have to get home. I, um, need a tick bath." I turned quickly and speed-walked off her porch and down to the sidewalk.

Everything was fine for a few seconds until I heard a shuffling noise behind me. Before I could turn around, a bus hit me.

Well, at least that's what it felt like.

I was tackled to the ground, my head cracking against the concrete sidewalk. I saw stars.

Once my head stopped spinning, I cleared my vision and saw blonde. "Sam? What was _that _for?" Her hands were pinning my arms over my head so I couldn't break free.

I think she felt a little bad for almost causing me to have a concussion, but she wouldn't ask if I was okay, because she was Sam. And that's all I wanted her to be.

Instead, she simply said, "Tell me."

"It's nothing, seriously."

"Dude, you can't just say that you've been thinking hard about something and just walk away! Tell. Me."

Her knee was digging into my kidney, I think, so I gasped, "As soon as…you remove…your knee…from my gut…"

She shifted. "My bad." My arms were still pinned on the sidewalk above my head. I couldn't move my legs; they were anchored under hers. Wow, she was strong. "Speak, dork."

I expected myself to be disappointed that the name-calling had begun again, but for some reason I wasn't. "I…um…" I still couldn't bring myself to say it.

"Dude, I don't like being on top of you in the first place; don't make this last for hours."

_I can't, I CAN'T! Sam, don't you see I'm trying to protect you? I can't hurt you again, I can't! I need you in my life, and if I tell you then you'll never forgive me. But I love you. I love you…_

Barriers.

I couldn't break mine or hers down with words. It required more.

"Tell me." Her voice suddenly got softer and more urgent.

"Let me show you instead," I simply replied, and used all my strength to lift my head and shoulders off the ground. I allowed enough time for her to reject me, but not enough time for her to have second doubts.

So I kissed her. I kissed her. I kissed Sam.

That rush, that passion, that surge of intensity, that…comfort.

It was…natural. I felt protected, safe, so _serene_.

And she responded. Her passion reached mine. It was more than four seconds. She didn't pull away. She didn't have that horrified look on her face. Her heart soared with mine.

Her grip on my wrists loosened; her body relaxed more with every passing second. So did mine. It was almost as if we literally became one.

She was trusting me, she was letting me in. I didn't know what to think while I was kissing her. Didn't she just say she wasn't ready for love? But I couldn't break away. She was mine, even if it was only for that moment. I would make that moment last for as long as I possibly could.

It was like nothing existed around me but her as I deepened the kiss. I felt dizzy, but it was a blissful dizziness. I transferred my hands from the sidewalk above my head to the small of her back. I felt her fingers thread through my hair.

All sound drowned out. All I could hear was passion and love and trust and everything an average person doesn't actually hear. Which is why I didn't hear the booming noise overhead, warning us of the following event.

All at once, it was like someone was pouring a bucket of water on us. The shock and chill of the rain broke us apart, and we both looked at the sky. A huge downpour.

I was inwardly cursing at the timing of the weather; it ruined whatever I had with Sam. But moments later, I realized I was dead wrong.

She was laughing, letting the drops pelt her face and shrivel up her hair. The vibrations of her body from the laughter transferred to mine, making my heart race.

"Good timing, huh?" I chuckled, finally letting the rain drench me as it wished.

She tore her eyes away from the sky and looked at me. Her eyes had something in them I'd never seen before. It was enough to make me pass out from intensity, but I didn't.

"Perfect timing."

She was allowing this cheesy, sappy moment between us happen. I couldn't have felt more ecstatic.

And then, being Sam and all, she added, "No emergency umbrella this time, Benson?"

I smirked with her. "No more umbrellas_. Ever."_

I don't know if she understood my metaphor. I don't know why she decided to let me in. I don't know how she came to the conclusion that I was 'the one', as they say. All I know is that she's here with me still, and I'm never letting go.

Maybe later I will understand.

Because hey, who knows? Maybe's sometimes become truths.

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